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Дата випуску: 10.12.2015
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Dats My Life |
They overdosing on my swag, put the whole goddamn hood in rehab |
Too many ruffles in my duffle, can’t close this bag it’s so much cash |
I need ten hands now to count my stash |
LL Cool Gucci Mane I’m bad |
Never need a mask, better check my stash you must be hallu-ci-na-tin' |
First day out girl ain’t you glad, six supermodels crashing at my pad |
I should be a model drinkin' outta gold bottle with some true religions jeans |
saggin' |
off my ass |
Please don’t crash, am I goin' too fast, touchdown anywhere I don’t need no pass |
Might need some gum 'cause I’m fixin' to talk trash 'cause I keep 'em on task |
like a kid in class |
Hater can’t hit what a hater can’t see |
I told you forty haters sure can’t see me |
Wouldn’t know what hit if I hit 'em in the head with a four by four standin' |
six foot three |
Ready for my bitch crocodile the sheet |
Never met a girl ain’t fuck first week |
You never met a G throw a $ 10,000 white mink on the floor live on B.E.T. |
Only got one life I can live |
There’s only so much game I can give |
So you can watch the show chillin' at your crib |
And please turn the music up so I can jam |
But I be smokin' 'dro |
I’ma fuck some hoes |
I’m about a day wake up and then go buy some more |
They tell a grown man what to do with his |
Is your prerogative I’ma mind my biz |
But I’ma live a life |
Forever rockin' ice |
Throwin' money, poppin' bottles because that’s just what I like |
But I’ma live a life |
Forever rockin' ice |
Throwin' money poppin' bottles because that’s just what I like |
That’s just what I like |
Screamin' I’mma Be like The Black Eyed Peas |
I wanna be free and you wanna be me |
Best be ease if you really want breeze I’ll fly you by the trees lookin' like |
swiss cheese |
Just came home ain’t thinkin' bout sleep |
Bet yo favorite rapper ain’t slept in weeks |
Thinkin' bout me like a down street noise over soon as the leather feet touch |
concrete |
When I’m south-beach blowin' on tree |
Whippin' down the street like I’m ridin' on D’s |
A new Ferrari flyin' down B street girl like roll your window down Gucci Mane |
please May 12, 2010 I’m free |
Caught up in the booth like 1017 |
Before I’m through fire jumpin' out the roof but we don’t need water please |
bring more weed |
Gucci Mane win now they want to switch teams |
Can’t entertain that by no means |
Wan to get on nigga chase your dreams |
Stop chasin' me down like a dope fiend |
Startin' off my day with a M-16 |
Shit ain’t been the same since I turned sixteen |
Whole life changed after so icy first album on the charts came out same week |
Gucci |
My auntie had a stroke and she still can’t speak |
Wrote me every week real talk that’s deep |
Ex cell mate got a thirty-five piece |
Won’t be released 'till 2033 |
On the same birthday my boy turned 3 |
And lookin' at him is like I’m lookin' at me |
Can’t look back watch the moves I make for the moves that I make fuck around |
and make me Gucci |